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476 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1951
1) the nature of falling rain at Apia, one of the best descriptions I have ever read on such persistent tropical rain:
And Dr Macphail watched the rain. It was beginning to get on his nerves. It was not like our soft English rain that drops gently on the earth; it was unmerciful and somehow terrible; you felt in it the malignancy of the primitive powers of nature. It did not pour, it flowed. It was like a deluge from heaven, and it rattled on the roof of corrugated iron with a steady persistence that was maddening. It seemed to have a fury of its own. And sometimes you felt that you must scream if it did not stop, and then suddenly you felt powerless, as though your bones had suddenly become soft; and you were miserable and hopeless. (p. 26)
And 2) its decisive effect on some people:
'I have no doubt the loneliness is getting on her nerves,' said the doctor. 'And the rain - that's enough to make anyone jumpy,' he continued irritably. 'Doesn't it ever stop in this confounded place?' (p. 29)
It is a dangerous thing to order the lives of others and I have often wondered at the self-confidence of politicians, reformers, and suchlike who are prepared to force upon their fellows measures that must alter their manners, habits, and points of view. I have always hesitated to give advice, for how can one advise another how to act unless one knows that other as well as one knows oneself? Heaven knows, I know little enough of myself; I know nothing of others. We can only guess at the thoughts and emotions of our neighbours. Each one of us is a prisoner in a solitary tower and he communicates with the other prisoners, who form mankind, by conventional signs that have not quite the same meaning for them as for himself. And life, unfortunately, is something that you can lead but once; mistakes are often irreparable, and who am I that I should tell this one and that how he should lead it?